Chapter Thirty Six

After two hours of sleep, I open my eyes. It reminds me of the first time I slept on clouds with my prince. Yet, I despise him right now. He ran away in desire. I’ve never seen him run with his muscles flexed, but he does. But it wasn’t until I saw his front body that I understood with whom I was in bed. He is a deity. I’m afraid of him when he’s naked, but I want him so much. He hasn’t touched me in the past four days. Yet, I can feel him as he grabs my ass and pulls me up.

Hard

Why then?

I pushed the cover aside, my feet landed on the chilly ground, and I started to walk outdoors, but I halted as a woman turned. Shit! Waiting for Ronald is she. He’s not here, though. What if she is there for Ronald but doesn’t resemble him? She appears to be married and is in her middle years. She came, grinning as she looked up and down.

“Good morning, Miss. Rose.” Miss? I wonder how she knows my name.

“Good morning, um. You’re?”

“I’m the housekeeper for Mr. Ronald and Morgan.” Oh. What the hell ar